I’ve never been too sad to cry before. Guess that’s another first I can tick off today.

Woody wasn’t just kissing someone else—he was doing it in our special place.

All I heard was Woody say, “Sorry, Meera.”

Meera. Perfect Meera. First Woody broke my heart. Now he was pureeing it. Probably into a protein shot Meera would drink before winning Olympic gold in a sport she invented.

Woody and I were over. Properly over.

I had to get out of there. I couldn’t let him see me cry.

But Woody was walking toward me, and my legs weren’t doing a single thing I told them.

“Hol?!” He was almost shouting. “Why are you sneaking up on us?”

Sneaking?! Us?! How dare he sound cross?

“I was…” I swallowed. C’mon, Hol, breathe down the urge to cry. “…just taking Colin for a walk.”

“Funny, ’cause right now it looks like you’re just standing still.” He looked back at Meera. “And staring…” Annoyingly, all I could do was stand and stare even more. “Did you follow me here?” He sounded disgusted.

All I could do was shake my head—not exactly the strong denial I knew I should be going for.

“Everything okay, babe?” Meera called out.

Babe.

This wasn’t their first kiss, was it? I’d been waiting for us to get back together, loving his waves from the window, kisses on his messages…and him? He’d moved on long ago.

This wasn’t just devastating. It was humiliating.

I had to get out of there, to the only place I could cry like I needed to. Under my duvet.

Everyone had been right about Woody—he didn’t care after all. Maybe he never had?

He turned back to her. “Sorry, Meera, one sec.” Wow. I was worth one second.

Maybe I was always just someone boring until someone better came along. “Hol, we’ve caught up now, right?”

Sick. I felt actually sick. The ground was spinning.

I wanted to call him out on everything—ask what he thought he was doing. How he dared be cross at me.

“I thought you were going to call?” was all I managed to say—I could hear how pathetic it sounded.

“I was. I wanted my hoodie back.” Ouch. How had I let this happen?

I hadn’t just let Woody break my heart once—I’d let him do it every day for months.

“I see.” My voice was shaking. I had to leave.

“Oh, and I saw your big news. Well…” He actually laughed. “It was hard to miss when they put it up in your garden. I dread to think what that’s going to do to your two-hundred-point Christmas plan!”

And something about the way he laughed as he said it, like I was so boring and predictable that my life being turned upside down was funny… It made something snap.